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On the first day that Nayeon starts working at Starbucks, she swears to herself that she will never write her number down on someone's coffee cup. No matter how cute they are. She will simply not allow herself to fall down to that level.
"It's so ridiculous," she tells Izzy when it comes up in conversation during one of her first days. "Completely desperate, and such a cliché too. I'd never do it."
Izzy gives her a knowing smile. "You just wait, new girl. It happens to all of us at some point." She grins, leaning back against the counter. "Someone unexpectedly attractive will walk in and you just won't be able to stop yourself, no matter how hard you try."
She waves her hand in front of her face pretending to be fanning herself. Nayeon simply rolls her eyes at her new colleague and continues rearranging the pieces of red velvet cake, while Izzy winks at her.
She hasn't been working at Starbucks for even a month, when, indeed, it does happen.
She is busy rinsing out the milk cans in the sink with her back to the counter when she hears someone cough behind her. In the hurry to spin around to help the customer, she accidentally turns the faucet the wrong way, causing an abrupt wave of water to spray up out of the sink, all over herself.
"Fuck-" she swears as the water starts dripping down the front of her white shirt, soaking right through it. The fabric keeps sticking to her stomach, as she tries to wrench out her sleeves in a pathetic attempt to clean herself up. Jesus Christ - she's been working here for like a month already, and she's still fucking up.
"Maybe you should take it off."
Nayeon spins around and there she is - long dark hair, hazel eyes, teasing smile on her face that can either be interpreted as suggestive or innocent, which is quite the unsettling combination.
"W-what-" Nayeon stammers.
The girl's eyes flick down to Nayeon's shirt. "Your shirt - maybe you should take it off. You don't want to get yourself wet."
For some reason, Nayeon can feel herself getting flustered, even though it makes no fucking sense to get flustered over something like that, because of course the girl doesn't mean it like that. Damn her mind for being so goddamn inappropriate all the time.
"Yeah, um," Nayeon mumbles, pulling on the fabric. "I probably should- sorry about that - I'll just..." She can see her manager eyeing her from the other side of the café and she quickly straightens her spine, walking up to the register. "I mean - can I get you anything to drink?"
The girl smiles at her, the corner of her lip curling up in a way that makes Nayeon's pulse heat up under her skin. "Just a cappuccino, please."
"A-all right," Nayeon says, trying not to let the nerves of her embarrassment make her voice waver. She grabs one of the paper cups. "What's your name?"
The girl looks Nayeon up and down, smile still spread on her face. "What's yours?"
"Oh-" Nayeon says. "I actually meant - um - for the cup, for your order, so that we can... Not really in a what's your name kind of way, you know. Just-" She has to bite down on her bottom lip really fucking hard to snap herself out of it. "I mean, I'm Nayeon."
"Nayeon," the girl repeats, her voice just a little bit raspy. "I like it... I'm Sana."
Nayeon quickly scribbles it down on the cup, praying that she'll get the spelling right, because she does not want to ask any more questions. It's probably best for her to say as little as possible at this point. She mumbles the total amount, before quickly turning around again to busy herself with making the cappuccino. Izzy is in the back, so Nayeon is the only one running the counter at the moment.
Fucking hell. She curses at herself under her breath while she stirs the milk. Sure, the girl may be insanely pretty, but what the hell - get it together already.
"Um, one cappuccino for - um," Her breath hitches. "For... Sana, was it?"
The girl takes the cup. "Thank you, Nayeon."
"You're welcome," Nayeon mumbles. "I - um - I should probably..." She pulls on her shirt and trails off.
Sana gives her another smile. "Yeah - not that I'm not enjoying the view, though..."
Nayeon can feel her eyes go wide at the girl's comment. She looks down. The outline of her bra is completely visible under the wet shirt. She can feel Sana staring and she coughs, trying to cover up the fact that she feels extremely hot and bothered for no specific reason.
"Hey," Sana says then, a little surprised, eyes falling down to the cup. "You got my name right."
Nayeon is still completely dazed, so all she manages to respond is, "Hm?"
Sana smiles. "You spelled my name right on the first try. Most people write down ,sanna so consider me impressed."
"Right," Nayeon mumbles. "Ok, well – I've got to..."
She makes an awkward gesture to the backdoor and then points down at her shirt - like the fucking idiot that she is - drawing the girl's attention right to where her nipples must be very visible right now. Oh my god, she thinks to herself, get your act together already.
Sana grins. "See you around?"
"Yes, for sure - I mean, yeah. I'll be here." Nayeon bites her lip hard. "I mean - sometimes I'm here. Not always. I also study and, you know, see... friends. So - yeah. Not always. But sometimes, sure. Ok. Bye."
Sana easily winks at her and it sends an entire new wave of emotions through Nayeon's body. Then, Sana turns around and takes a few steps in the direction of the door, but not before looking back and holding her cup up. "Maybe next time I can get your number on this."
Nayeon stares after her as she disappears out of the door. This is not good. This is not good at all - because she's actually considering it.
The next time Sana walks into Starbucks, Nayeon's so startled by it that she bumps straight into Izzy as soon as she catches sight of Sana by the door.
Izzy frowns at her. "What are you doing?"
"I need to-" Nayeon points over her shoulder. "I just - I need to go - backroom. Get... coffee... beans..."
"What the fuck are you babbling about?" Izzy says, blocking Nayeon's path to the door.
"I just―"
"We've got more than enough coffee beans, we're a freaking Starbucks." Izzy won't step aside. "Break's not until twelve, Im, so get your ass back to the register."
"But I-"
Izzy turns around and Nayeon curses under her breath, quickly running a hand through her hair and taking a deep inhale. For fuck's sake, she tells herself, find your chill.
"Nayeon."
She spins around. Sana is standing in front of the counter, smiling at her.
"Hi," Nayeon squeaks out, before coughing and running her hand through her hair again.
"So," Sana says, leaning a little bit forward against the counter. "What kind of bra are you wearing today?"
Nayeon pretty much chokes on her own breath. "W-what?"
Sana's smile only grows wider at Nayeon's immediate embarrassment. She doesn't say anything else, though, just keeps looking at Nayeon with that smile on her face that's making Nayeon's head spin - which is why it takes her a moment to remember that they're in fucking coffee shop and she's supposed to be the barista.
"Can I-" Nayeon coughs again. "-help you?"
"Oh, I'm sure you can..." Sana says and Nayeon's eyes go wide at the obvious innuendo
She has to dig her fingernails into the side of her thigh, because this girl is flirting with her so hard that she can barely keep her thoughts straight. "A cappuccino?" she breathes out, trying to keep her voice light.
Sana smiles. "Please."
Nayeon takes one of the paper cups, writes the order down and scribbles Nayeon on it without thinking, until—
"Do you remember all your customers' names?"
Nayeon looks up again. For a moment, she gets caught on the heavy dark of Sana's hazel eyes, the curve of her lips, the teasing smile, the line of her neck-
She doesn't know where she finds the composure, but before she can stop herself, she locks her gaze straight into Sana's as she says, "You remembered my name, didn't you?"
Sana's lips part slightly, and she just keeps staring at Nayeon, while the faintest blush starts to work its way up her cheeks. Then, she tugs her bottom lip back with her teeth as she breaths out, sort of abruptly, sort of bashful, "God - your eyes..."
Nayeon snaps out of it right away, quickly looking down, trying to ignore the heat that rushes through her chest at Sana's words.
"Coffee," she mumbles. "I'm just - yeah."
She pushes the paper cup away from her in Izzy's direction, before turning around and trying to figure out how to keep busy while Izzy is preparing Sana's coffee. She pulls a cupboard open and starts to mess up the creamer packages, just so she can organize them again, trying not to think about Sana staring at her back, staring at her-
"You go to university here?" Sana says.
Nayeon turns again, trying very hard not to make it look like she's got absolutely no idea what to do with herself. "Yes," she says. "Uh - you too?"
Sana nods. "Creative Writing major."
Nayeon's not able to hide her surprise. "Really?" she says. "I'm doing English Literature. What year are you in? How come I've never seen you around?" Sana grins and Nayeon suddenly realizes that these are pretty much the first full sentences she's managed to get out without stumbling over her words. It immediately makes her flush again. "I mean- not that we, you know, should -uh- see each other, or... I mean, on campus, of course, not like seeing each other, not like that-"
"I don't have that many classes at the moment," Sana says with a soft smile, saving Nayeon from being even more of a complete idiot. "I have to write a lot, though. The amount of assignments is insane."
"What do you write about?" Nayeon asks, before she can stop herself.
Sana doesn't waste a beat, before saying with a smile, "Anything that interests me."
Nayeon's pretty sure she can feel her own voice fall a little lower as she forces herself to breathe out, "Like what?"
Sana thinks on it for a moment. "You know - things that people talk about in cafés. Cities. How the sun is going to die one day. Girls with pretty eyes. The middle of the universe. Being young." The corner of her mouth curls. "You know, stuff like that."
Nayeon stares she can't stop.
There is something in the center her chest that tightens and untightens with every stretching second that Sana doesn't take her eyes off her and Nayeon is not sure if she is joking or not, but it doesn't even matter, because wow.
"There are plugs right in the corner, over there."
Sana's expression shifts into confusion as soon as the words leave Nayeon's mouth and Nayeon swears at herself internally, because damn it, why must she always make such a fucking fool of herself?
"If you ever want to write here some time," she adds, breathlessly. "There are plugs right by that table in the corner - so if you... need a space to work, or... or something. You can plug your laptop in."
Fuck, she's blushing really hard right now and Sana just smiles as she realizes what Nayeon is trying to say and Sana is not able to stop looking at the red of Nayeon's lips and-
"One cappuccino for... Sanna?" Izzy's voice cuts through the tension abruptly. "Sanna?"
"It's Sana," Nayeon blurts out, before she can stop herself, turning to Izzy.
"Oh." Izzy glares at her for a moment, before saying, "Sorry, one cappuccino for Sana?"
Sana walks over to the other side of the counter and takes the cup from Izzy, thanking her with a brief smile. Nayeon watches as she turns the cup around and looks down at it. She chuckles, before walking back to Nayeon.
"Didn't you forget to write something down on this?" she says.
"I, uh-" Nayeon stammers, not sure what to say.
"It's ok," Sana says. "Guess I'll just have to come back some other time again. Maybe bring my laptop. I heard that there are plugs in the corner."
She grins and then turns around, walking out of the door without saying another word, leaving Nayeon a little hot and unfocused.
"So," Izzy says, taking a step closer in Nayeon's direction, "It's Sana, huh, Im?" She rolls her eyes, before adding with a teasing grin, "You are so going to write your number down on that girl's coffee cup."
On Friday night, the next week, Nayeon walks into Starbucks for her evening shift. Keith, the guy who she's supposed to be working with tonight is already there, talking to Izzy and grinning about something.
For the first ten minutes, they busy themselves discussing what needs to happen, so Nayeon doesn't really pay attention to the customers. However, as soon as Izzy has left and Keith asks her to clear the empty cups off the tables, Nayeon takes her first proper look around the café and notices - with a shock - that Sana is sitting at the table in the corner with her laptop in front of her.
Oh my God.
Nayeon bites her lip, trying to ignore the heavy tug in the center of her stomach. This is ridiculous. Sana is just a girl... There's no reason at all for her body to be reacting like this. It's already frustrating enough that she can barely get through her shifts these days because her eyes keep flicking over to the door, trying to be prepared for the moment that Sana comes walking in again.
She clears the tables as quickly as possible, not looking over to the corner on purpose, hoping that Sana hasn't noticed her yet. As soon as she's back behind the counter, Keith walks up to her again.
"Nayeon, would you mind going around with these?" He hands her a tray with small cups on it. "I made some cinnamon hot chocolate tasting samples."
Nayeon stares at him. "Um, yeah, I would but... um, maybe for now, I can just run the counter and... you can go around with the samples?"
Keith raises his eyebrow. "Is this about that girl over there?"
"What?" Nayeon chokes out. "What are you-"
Keith grins. "Izzy told me that you're probably going to break your never-writing-your-numbe r-down-on-a-Starbucks-cup oath tonight."
Nayeon feels her throat tighten. "What? Why did she-
"Besides," Keith says with a knowing smile. "You've been trying not to stare at her for a solid fifteen minutes already. It's obvious as hell." He grins and pushes the tray with the tasting samples forward. "Come on, Nayeon, these are getting cold."
"Keith "
He already turns around again and Nayeon has no choice but to pick up the tray and start walking over to tables to ask the customers if they'd like a cinnamon hot chocolate taster. She stalls for as long as possible, but then Keith gives her another pointed look and she's just not able to postpone it any longer-
Sana is staring at her screen, her brows slightly furrowed in concentration. For a moment, Nayeon just stands and looks at her, but then she feels her cheeks heat up as she realizes what she's doing and she quickly moves forward.
"Would you like to taste the cinnamon hot chocolate?" she mumbles, trying not to let her voice waver.
Sana looks up. "Nayeon"
"Sana."
Sana smiles and then leans back into her chair. "I was already kind of disappointed that my favorite barista wasn't here when I came in, but it looks like it's my lucky day after all."
For some reason, Nayeon manages to keep her thoughts straight long enough to joke, "Keith already has a girlfriend."
Sana grins. "Do you?"
Nayeon's breath hitches in the back of her throat. "No."
"Good," Sana says. "In that case, you're definitely my favorite barista."
The tension intensifies a little bit, so Nayeon quickly puts the tray down on the Sana's table and says, "Cinnamon hot chocolate?"
Sana takes one of the small cups and twists it around, looking at it, before grinning and saying, "Guess if I want to get your number, I'm really going to have to start trying harder..."
Nayeon can feel herself start to blush again. God - this girl.
She shifts a little. "Are you - are you writing?"
Sana nods and then says, "Have you read Aquarium by David Vann?"
Nayeon shakes her head.
"We have to write a ten thousand word pastiche as a writing exercise," Sana says. "We could pick any book we'd like, so Aquarium is what I'm working on."
"Is it good?"
Sana grins. "My writing?"
Nayeon blushes a little harder. "The book."
"It's the absolute best," Sana says, her face lighting up. "One of my favorites, actually. I've never read anything quite like it. It's so cruel but beautiful and it's about so many important things, you have no idea. Here" She takes the book from the table, fumbles through it until she's found the right page and then reads out, without hesitating, "I've been watching this fish every day now, the old man said. A fish that lives only to hide. The other fish are hiding, but this one has gone too far. He's becoming unrecognizable, all twisted up like a branch, barely able to swim, fins useless. There has to be more than just hiding." She looks up at Nayeon again, smile on her face. "There has to be more than just hiding' - such a perfect line."
Nayeon bites her lip. There's a flutter in her stomach at the way Sana's eyes are glinting and her lips are parted in the widest smile as she looks at Nayeon, before shaking the sudden excitement off of her a little bit and adding, "Sorry, I always get way too excited if I start talking about this book. You probably have to get back to work."
For a moment, Nayeon glances back at Keith. "It's ok - I don't - I mean, it's not that busy anyway..." She pushes her hands in her pockets. "Sounds like a really good book."
Sana smiles. "Want to borrow it?"
Nayeon's so tempted - not only because of the book because mostly because it would mean that she'd have to see Sana again, to return the book, of course. But still-
"You probably need it for your assignment, don't you?"
"Hm," Sana mumbles. "Yeah, I actually kind of do." Something shifts over her face, something playful, a little bold. "Maybe we could hang out sometime, though. Talk about it a little bit more."
Nayeon's breath hitches in her throat. "Yeah - I mean, that sounds really—"
"Im!"
Nayeon spins around. Keith gives her an apologetic smile, but then gestures in the direction of the door pointing out that the manager has just walked in. He's already staring down at Nayeon from the other side of the café with a frown on his face.
"Fuck, sorry," Nayeon says, "I've got to get back."
She hurries back to the counter without waiting for a reply. For the rest of the night, she keeps herself busy with all sorts of chores, trying not to look over at Sana again. The café slowly grows quieter, but it's not until most of the customers have already left that Nayeon notices that Sana has gathered her stuff as well and is putting on her jacket.
She runs a quick hand through her hair, trying to decide what to do.
Should she still go talk to her or...
Sana makes the decision for her, walking up to the register again.
"Hey," Nayeon says, trying to keep her breathing steady.
Sana smiles. "So..." she says. "I've got to leave but I guess I'm going to try this one more time."
Nayeon's not really sure what she's talking about, so she shuffles a little awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.
Sana bites her lip, before locking her eyes into Nayeon's. "Can I get a tall cinnamon hot chocolate to go?"
"Yes," Nayeon says right away. "Of course. Coming right up."
When she grabs the paper cup, she writes down Sana and adds a fucking smiley face before she can stop herself. Then, she hesitates. She can feel her hands get a little bit sweaty as she keeps holding the cup in her hand. God - why is this so fucking difficult?
"Nayeon? What's the order?"
Keith looks up at her and she quickly pushes the cup in his direction, walking over to his other side. Sana is already standing at the end of the counter. Keith finishes making the hot chocolate and Nayeon is still standing there with the sharpie in her hand, biting her lip really hard, completely caught between really not wanting to write her number down and really wanting Sana to have her number. Fuck...
She takes a step forward. Maybe she can still-
"A tall cinnamon hot chocolate for Sana?" Keith says.
Sana looks up again, smiles at Nayeon and then takes the Her cup. eyes fall down to it and for split-second Nayeon swears she can see her face fall a little, but then Sana says, "Thanks, guys," and leaves the café before Nayeon can say anything else.
She's got a girl with her.
Nayeon's chest starts aching the second Sana pushes the door to Starbucks open with her arm wrapped over the shoulder of some blonde chick that Nayeon has never seen around before. She can feel her eyes narrow as she takes in the way the girl laughs and whispers something in Sana's ear. As they walk up to the counter, Sana lets her arm fall down the girl's shoulder, but the stinging feeling doesn't leave Nayeon's stomach.
"Yes?" Nayeon says, unable to stop herself from sounding a little brisk.
"Hi, there," the blonde girl exclaims, way too excited. "I'd like to have a non-fat caramel Frappuccino and..." the girl turns to Sana.
"... a cappuccino," Nayeon mumbles, just as Sana says the exact same thing out loud.
For a moment they lock eyes and Nayeon tries to smile, because she knows she's got no reason to act this, even if she's not able to shake the stupid feeling off.
Sana doesn't really return the smile, though, and that pisses Nayeon off right away.
"Names?" she says.
"Aileen," the blonde girl says, with a smile.
Nayeon writes it down and then makes a point of looking at Sana long enough until Sana cuts out, "Sana. With NA" She stops and adds, "not with NNA."
It's ridiculous.
Nayeon feels hot and tense and she doesn't really know why, doesn't really know what to make of Sana's frown or where to keep her eyes when Sana and the girl take a seat on the sofa right in the middle of the Starbucks and sit really close to each other.
"Hey," Izzy says. "Isn't that your girl?"
"What?" Nayeon snaps. "No. God, Iz-no."
Izzy's eyes widen a little and she shares a look with Keith who is standing behind her.
"Didn't you give her your number?" she says then and Nayeon rolls her eyes and doesn't answer, just walks over to the other side of the counter to start unloading the dishwasher, trying not to stare at Sana and Aileen on the sofa, trying not to think about the fact that maybe if she hadn't been so goddamn stubborn about the whole phone number thing, maybe she wouldn't be feeling so irrationally jealous right now.
Two weeks later, Nayeon accidentally runs into Sana on the top floor of the English faculty building.
She's just out of class, carrying a large stack of novels under her arm, when she rounds the corner and someone crashes straight into her, sending all the books flying to the ground. Heavy brown eyes, long dark hair, perfect red lips-
Nayeon's heart shoots up in her throat in less than a second when she realizes it's Sana.
"Hey," she breathes out.
Surprise falls over Sana's face. "Hey," she says, "Sorry, I-I wasn't looking and-"
She leans down to pick up Nayeon's books and Nayeon quickly gets down to the floor too, because Sana really doesn't need to do that, she's perfectly capable of—
Sana's eyes fall on one of the books and she stops dead in her tracks, staring at it, before picking it up and holding it up to Nayeon. "Aquarium."
Nayeon can feel her cheeks flush. "Yeah - I saw it at the bookstore a couple of days ago and I thought, I don't know, it seemed like you really liked it when you talked about it, so I thought... I thought..."
She realizes that Sana's face is pretty close to her own, when Sana says, "Have you started it yet?"
Nayeon slowly nods. "Finished it already."
Sana's lips part slightly. For a moment, they just stare at each other.
Then, Nayeon snaps out of it and stumbles to her feet, taking the books from Sana. "Thanks, I – well, I'll just... Bye."
She's already turned around again when Sana says, "Wait."
Nayeon slowly turns around again, not sure what to say or where to look or how to keep her heart from racing out of her chest.
Especially not when Sana says, "Want to go drink coffee somewhere?"
They end up at the Starbucks, which is a little bit ridiculous, especially because Nayeon prefers to keep her time spent at Starbucks to the minimum that comes along with working there. But there's not really another coffee place close by and she has to start work in two hours, anyway, and Sana proposes it, so who is Nayeon to say no?
With her fingers curled around her coffee cup, Nayeon has to try her very best not to let herself get distracted by Sana's eyes or her lips or her voice as they discuss the book - it feels like her heart is close to giving out any moment, though.
Every single time Sana's face lights up at one of Nayeon's comments, Nayeon's starts to stumble through her sentences. Every time Sana says "But what about the part where..." Nayeon is unable to stop looking at the way her eyes glint with excitement, and then at the way Sana's cheeks flush a little when she notices that Nayeon is unable to stop looking.
It's a push and pull - a constant mess of feeling flustered and shy and heated and confident all at the same time.
"Why did you choose to study writing?" Nayeon says after she's made Sana explain exactly how she structured her pastiche of the David Vann novel.
The corner of Sana's mouth curls upwards. "Because I don't want to do anything unless it makes my heart burn up like a forest fire."
Nayeon bites her lip. "And that's what writing does?"
Sana smiles. "Not just writing."
All Nayeon feels is the familiar tug at the back of her stomach as she tries not to let her mind wander, before she breathes out, "What else?"
"So many things," Sana says right away. "Jumping off the high diving board. Talking to people who don't want to be on their phones at the same time. Actually feeling tired - like feeling tired because you ran or you danced or you climbed five hundred steps for the best view of the city. Being naked with someone and thinking the two of you are the middle of the universe. Stumbling across the right passage in a book at the right time and thinking: this is exactly what I'm feeling, I can't believe someone else wrote it down. Driving fast on empty roads. Good music. Laughing. Kissing someone that you're really fucking into..."
Nayeon's skin is heated all over.
Then, she blurts out, "Can I read your writing?"
At that, Sana shifts back a little. "Oh -" she says. "I mean... I guess. But it's not really - it's not good or anything. I'm not really good at it."
She blushes a little bit and Nayeon bites her lip, forcing herself to look up into Sana's eyes as she says, "I'm having a really hard time believing that."
The moment stretches while Nayeon is unable to stop herself from smiling and Sana just blushes and sort of looks down at the table, before looking up again and saying, "This too."
"This what?"
Sana briefly wets her lips. "This makes my chest burn up like a forest fire too - you looking at me like that.
Nayeon is no writer and her mind is spinning, so she hopes Sana doesn't mind when the only thing she manages to respond is a throaty, "Same."
Sana stays to write and Nayeon goes to work together with Keith, who keeps smirking at her, and she has to focus on getting people's orders right and not messing up the way the different drinks are made - but her mind is somewhere else completely.
She's thinking about it. She's really thinking about it, as in flushed-cheeks-nerves-in-her-stomach -oh-my-god-be-brave-for-once thinking about it - but she's not sure if Sana will want to. The image of her and the girl from last week sitting together on that sofa is still fresh in her mind. But then, her eyes get caught on the way Sana is slowly biting on her lip, while her fingers tap the keyboard of her laptop in a rushed pace, as if there are almost too many thoughts in her head to get them all out fast enough - and Nayeon decides.
She quickly glances at Keith, but her colleague seems to have everything under control, so before she can talk herself out of it again, she walks over to Sana's table.
"Hi," she says.
Sana looks up and smiles. "Hi."
"So-" Nayeon says, trying to talk past her nerves. "There's this thing on Saturday night - it's a... poetry slam event at the - at the Kingston Theatre and I thought... you might be interested in going."
Sana stares at her.
"Ok..." she says slowly and Nayeon bites her lip, because she has to fucking say it if she wants it to happen, but she's so nervous.
"I also thought," she continues a little breathlessly. "Maybe - we could... you know, go? As in, together. As in a... a..." She can't say the word. "Like go out. Together. To the thing. The poetry slam event. If you want to."
Fucking hell - she's such an idiot.
Sana's looking a little confused now and also a little flustered and her eyes narrow slightly as she breathes out, "I want to - but I thought you weren't interested in me like that."
"W-what?" Nayeon says.
"Well," Sana says. "You didn't really want to give me your number, so I thought you weren't... That's why I didn't bother trying again and..."
She trails off.
"Yeah," Nayeon breathes out. "About that-"
She turns around abruptly, walking back to the counter. Her entire body feels hot as she grabs a paper cup, takes a sharpie and starts to stir the milk. About a minute later, she's standing next to Sana again and says, "Here, a cappuccino, on the house."
She's feeling so flustered that she walks away again, but not before hearing Sana take a sharp intake of breath as she reads what Nayeon's written down next to her phone number.
Like a forest fire. Call me.